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Happy Tuesday everyone. Thanks for dropping by to say hi. The weather finally took a turn for the better. I have all my windows open and the breeze is wonderful. (Of course the air is still turned on), I guess that’s not very good for the electric bill, but what do you do, this is AZ. I’m leaving my windows open till, humm…maybe 11:00 A.M.

I sent off my next ms, Color Of Dreams, to The Wild Rose Press the other day. Hopefully they’ll buy it. It’s a great story and was fun to write. We’ve moved on to the vampire story now, and have set a goal to have it completed by the end of October. Tia is in Ohio for the next 5 to 6 weeks, maybe it will help to keep us from getting sidetracked. We have a way of doing that. Getting sidetracked that is. A quick trip to the mall can end up lasting hours. Or someone drops over and the next thing ya know, we’ve all gone out to lunch. You know how it goes.

This caught my eye today.
Today I will eliminate the word “try” in my vocabulary. I will either do it or not.
Good point. Right? Just do it, or, go do something else.

I was reading Ellen DeGeneres book, My Point and I do have One, and she brought up a interesting question. How did people ever figure out that eggs were edible? Did they see something come out of a chicken and think, “Boy, I bet that would be tasty?” That’s really a good question. There’s a lot of food that makes me wonder, who the heck was the first guy to eat this? I started a new diet today, I guess that explains my food interest. Now all I can think about is food and what I can’t have.

I accused my dh of having an affair. I mean really what would you think? I was cleaning out my car Sat. morning and I found a receipt from what looked like a hotel. Floor 12, room 1239. And I knew it wasn’t mine. I stormed into his office and with slip of paper waving in front of his face, yelled, “What is this?”
Hubby looks up from his video poker game blankly, “huh?”
“This hotel room receipt! You jerk. Is this what you want to do?”
“I never saw that before. Are you sure it isn’t yours?” He reaches for it with a confused look on his face.
“Oh, right. Mine. Don’t pull that crap. Mine? You jerk!” I put my hand behind my back. He isn’t going to get the evidence to destroy. I’ll make him pay for this.
“I swear. It’s not mine. I’m innocent.”
“Fine.” I turn to leave.
“Hey, is there a phone number on that?”
“Yes. But I didn’t call it.”
“Let’s call it right now. Give me that number.”
“Fine.”
Hubby dials number. Waiting…waiting. The corner of his mouth curves. He places phone back in holder. “Been to Banner Good Sam hospital lately?”
Er..a..well…stammer. Try to hold back laughing as face heats. Shoot, I was there visiting with my grandson. He had a badly injured hand and spent the night at the hospital. 12th floor. How did I blank that out? “Yes. Sorry I guess it is mine.” I grab paper from his hand and ask softly in sweetest voice. “Honey, what would you like for dinner?”
I hate it when I’m wrong. However, in this case it’s a good thing. But isn’t it nice, I’m still jealous of him after all these years? At least that’s what I told him.

Okay, I’m off to work. Maybe I’ll actually get some writing done today. And I have to get my contest entries read. That is a “must do” on my list for today. I am really getting in the habit of list making. And I must say it is really helping me. I’m taking 8 hours of classes a week for my day job, so between those and the hours I spend in my office and keeping up with my goals for writing, a written schedule helps. And I’m already off schedule for today by 15 mins. Gotta run.

Everyone have a sexy day!
Dani

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